“You do not hold me responsible for this?” asked Brooke.
“No, but I mean to find out who is.”
CHAPTER XIII
TRYING TO FIX THE BLAME
Saving out two or three of the sheets containing the spurious article, folding them neatly and putting them carefully in the inside pocket of his coat, Jack ordered the rest to be burned in the office stove and personally witnessed their destruction.
Then the missing lines were put in the form, the latter locked up and the printing proceeded, the inserted lines being speedily put into “pi.”
“Send the bundle addressed to me at the Academy to-morrow morning,” Jack said, “and remember that if there is any change whatever, the editors will not be responsible for the payment.”
“But you don’t hold me responsible for this rascality?” sputtered Brooke in the same nervous manner he used when pecking at his typewriter. “You can’t expect that——”
“I have said all that I have to say at present,” replied Jack.